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The streets of Diagon Alley were bustling with last-minute shoppers, including Harry.
He hurried from one store to the next. He purchased an Aloe barbadensis miller plant from Neville. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t a gift one gave to a lover.
A vendor selling strange sculptures interrupted Harry's deep sighs.
There was a sculpture that showed a man shifting from a meditative position to one in which he held a sword menacingly. It reminded him of Severus.
“How much for this one?”
“Two galleons.”
He paid, smiling and knowing this was the perfect gift for the man he was courting.